Visiting my parents has become a menace over the years, I 'am sorry to say that, but my father has the talent to turn paradise into hell! Next year I will not come here anymore, at least not that long, maybe over the weekend.
It started on the very first day when my mum told him that we need to get beer and water on the way home from collecting me from the train station.
I went into the shop with him and he said we would get one case of beer (20 bottles one pint each) and a case of water. Since we were talking about supply’s for 7 days(because my father wouldn’t drive anymore until new year's shopping) and three people, I thought, like every right minded person would do, that there is already some stuff at home! With that thought in mind I went into the shop and bought one beer and one water and left. Well, I should have known better.
I went into the shop with him and he said we would get one case of beer (20 bottles one pint each) and a case of water. Since we were talking about supply’s for 7 days(because my father wouldn’t drive anymore until new year's shopping) and three people, I thought, like every right minded person would do, that there is already some stuff at home! With that thought in mind I went into the shop and bought one beer and one water and left. Well, I should have known better.
At home my mum asked me: what did you buy only one case of beer for? We have a week ahead of us! So we drunk f** water over Xmas, thanks dad! Don't get me wrong, I like water, I just don't want to drink it all the time, and I would have appreciated a nice drink with my mum in honor of the occasion!
A few days later, he totally flipped out when he saw me boiling some eggs for dinner he, for no reason at all, barked at my mum;
“How can you permit that he boils eggs?”
for obvious reasons, my mum gave no answer.
He hasn't talked to us since, that’s two days now, apart from the obligatory complaints when I have again done something he does not wish me to do like turning on the light in a completely dark room or moving to much in the armchair.
I think now I know how Harry Potter must have felt visiting the Dursleys every summer. I wonder what will happen next?!
He hasn't talked to us since, that’s two days now, apart from the obligatory complaints when I have again done something he does not wish me to do like turning on the light in a completely dark room or moving to much in the armchair.
I think now I know how Harry Potter must have felt visiting the Dursleys every summer. I wonder what will happen next?!
Next year I will have booked a hotel room in Austria or somewhere!
Merry Xmas and a happy new year to all of you...!
